It'll Never Be The End

Birthdays have never gone right for Piper jade. Every time something goes wrong. In the 18 years of her life never once has she been wished a happy birthday, blown out the candles or even opened a present. But on this birthday her life changes, set free into the world she bumps into a curly haired boy. What happens when that curly haire boy turns out to be harry styles? But can he help her? Will she let him into her world? No matter how fast she can run and how well she can hide, will her past catch up with? Because it will never be the end.


1. It'll never be the end.

"It will never be the end" I sighed. It was the truth, the police may have him but he isn't dead. He grinned wildly and winked at me, shivers ran down my spine. The police man gave him one final push into the car and they drove off, sirens wailing. I was lost in my trance until the neighbour patted my back. My head twisted round like a shot to look at her. "Im really sorry that happened, good luck" With that she left. 'Sorry?' i thought to myself, if she was sorry something would have been done years ago. I started to walk, this was it, a new life. I left my now old house behind, hoping that the haunting memories would leave too; but why should i be so lucky? I head down the road until i reached a park.Sitting down on the bench, i re-though what had just happened. I had never had good birthdays today, being yet another birthday. But i was free now, wasnt that a good enough present? I thought that but I realised like my dad said 'It will never be the end' and to my dismay, he was always right. I was seven when the abuse started, i never told anyone, never cried, never showed my scars. I was always so scared of my father, and now, 11 years onwards i still am. It started when My brother died of lung cancer. He was the family faveourite, loved by everyone and anyone. He was loud, bright and bubbly. I was timid, quiet and vunrable. I was never close to Louis, he said he didnt want to waste his time with his little sister. I was never close to my mother either, she saw only love for my father and Louis.I used to love my father, with all of my heart, but i soon realised it was only a one way  bond. he had only eyes for Louis. I used to think my family was normal, that i was normal but i soon realised i was wrong. When Louis died everything changed for the worse. My mum would do nothing but cry. That was until she started to drink. Then she lost all emotions and activity. she just drunk and slurred her way through life. My father, trying to stop my mother soon became influenced by her and started on the alcohol; claiming he was depressed. i was then left with no parents, just two crazed drunkies.  But Life went on. The morning of my 7th birthday i awoke to my fathers swears, not the jolly tune of 'happy Birthday'. I soon saw my mother. Lying dead on the floor. She had commited suicide. Another member of my family, gone. From then on things only got worse. My father, with no one left but me, blamed all of the actions to myself. he would hurt me, smashing vases over my head, Knocking me out, swearing and screaming at me, burning me. By The day of my 11th birthday he was bored. He tried something new, rape. I hated it. I had a new terrow along with the abuse. It caried on until today. My 18th birthday. Im now 18, been abused, dropped out of school and homeless.


there were a few shouts and i glanced over my shoulder. A mother, father, brother and sister played about on the climbing frame. The family laughed together, hugging eachother. As i continued to watch them, the young girl fell over. scabbing her knees. Her father; worried, rushed over. He hugged her tight and kissed her forhead loving. As the tears left the young girls eyes they formed in my own. 'Stop it!' i said to my self, i never cried. Turning away i thought once again about my fail of a family. I had no love, no sympathy. And now my father was in prision, probably plotting revenge on me. I sobbed more and looked out into the distance, picturing my father. I saw him chasing me, i got up and started to run, faster and faster. The words 'It'll never be the end' flashed into my mind. He was after me, my lips tasted salty from the tears and my cheeks were soaking. I looked over my shoulder, he was gone. *Smack* My head smashed on the ground, ouch! I heard some muffled voices and two figures bent over me as i blacked out.

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